Insomnia Page #18

Everything. Closing in on him...

He stumbles over a rock. Grabs his head in his hands.

Stunned. Guilty. Ashamed. F***ed.

He saw it. He saw it!

A WAVE, explodes nearby. Drenching him in sea spray.

Will turns, raking his hand across his face. Blinking. Eyes

stinging. Trying to focus. Trying to think this through...

Hears a dog BARKING in the distance.

Shakes his head. Looks at his watch.

Got to deal with the problem at hand.

INT. WILL'S ROOM - PIONEER LODGE - DAY

Will, bursts into his room at the Lodge. The shoulders of

his coat still wet with sea spray. Crosses to the area of

the floor where Kay Connell's files are still spread out.

Starts pressing the floorboards with the toe of his boot.

Testing. Testing. Until...he finds the one that SQUEAKS.

Gets down on his knees. Hesitates. Then jams his fingers in

around the loose board. Starts pulling it up. Face

reddening. Knuckles whitening. Slips his hand into the gap.

Pulls out a muddy 357 RUGER.

The killer's gun.

Will, stares down at it.

INT. ALLEY - DAY

Will, standing at the mouth of the ALLEY. Just like the

night before. Steps inside. Cautious. Eyes darting.

Peering into the shadows for the HOMELESS MAN...

Not there. Coast's clear. Heads for the dumpster at the end

of the alley. Shoves it aside. Looks down at...

The DEAD DOG. Rancid. Rotting. Will gags. Holds a

handkerchief to his face. Waving away the flies.

Then. Pulls the 357 Ruger from his pocket. Shrugs his coat

off and wraps it around his hand and the gun. Looks away.

Fires a muffled SHOT into the dog's side. The body kicks.

Crouches down. Feels along the dog's ribs for the bullet's

point of entry. Finds it. Pulls out a PENKNIFE and extends

one of the blades. Cuts into the gash, fingers probing deep

for the lodged bullet. He finds it. Pulls it out.

Looks back at the dog. Takes a deep breath. Wipes his brow.

A little smear of the dog's blood left on his forehead.

Turns and pulls a bottle of RUBBING ALCOHOL from his pocket.

Douses the bullet. Cleaning it. Glancing at his watch.

Running out of time...

EXT. NIGHTMUTE POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY

The rear of the Nightmute PD building. Will, looking around,

heads briskly for the back door...

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHTMUTE PD - DAY

...steps into the HALLWAY leading towards the bullpen. Hears

VOICES. Nearby. Ducks back. Waiting for them to fade.

Safe. Heads down towards the STORAGE ROOM. Glancing briefly

at the PICTURES hanging on the wall. Of old time POLICE

OFFICERS. Striking brave poses...

INT. STORAGE ROOM - NIGHTMUTE PD - DAY

The storage room. Hot. Stifling. The moose antlers LOOMING

over his shoulder. Will pulls the evidence locker key from

his pocket. Unlocks the padlock. Swings the door open.

Pulls the Hap Eckhart envelope out. Throwing a look over his

shoulder. Opens it. Shakes out the bullet that was lodged

in Hap's spine. Then fishes a plastic bag from his pocket.

The bullet he shot into the dead dog. Drops that into the

envelope and reseals it. Hands shaking.

Something. Catches the corner of his eye. He turns.

HIS REFLECTION in the locker mirror. The blood smear still

on his forehead.

FRED (O.S.)

Dormer...

Will jumps. Quickly wipes the smear off and turns. Fred

Duggar standing behind him. RICH by his side. Will clears

his throat, shoves Hap's envelope into Fred's hand. Then

Farrell's. Angry.

WILL:

These should have gone out two hours ago.

SLAMS the locker door and brushes past him. Fred and Rich

exchange a glance.

EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHTMUTE - DAY

CLOSE ON a YOUNG GIRL's face. Dark hair held up in two

barrettes, wind tousling the curls. Reading from a piece of

paper.

YOUNG GIRL:

...And that's how I think Kay would want

us to remember her...

PULL BACK to reveal Kay Connell's funeral. PEOPLE standing

by the grave, most of them HIGH SCHOOLERS. The sky's a

brilliant blue. Red fireweeds blanket the hillside.

YOUNG GIRL (cont'd)

...Swimming, reading, hiking through the

Kebaughs...

FRED, ELLIE AND WILL

stand off to the side. Dressed in black. Fred looks like

he's never worn a tie before. Ellie holds a potted plant. A

gift for the bereaved.

YOUNG GIRL (cont'd)

...playing her flute, meeting at Darrow's

after school...

Will. Eyes bloodshot. Not really listening. Not really

paying attention. A thousand miles away. Tugs at his

collar. Feels tight.

YOUNG GIRL:

...And always, always with a smile on her

face.

The young girl looks up. Folds the paper closed. People

SNIFFLE. Mrs. Connell, reaches out to squeeze her arm.

Some CHILDREN. Start circulating with plastic buckets.

Filled with white carnations. Handing them out.

VOICE (O.S.)

Want one?

Will, startled, looks down. A LITTLE GIRL stands before him.

Curly hair. Glasses. Holding up a bucket. He shakes his

head. Looks back up at

THE MOURNERS lining up to place the carnations on Kay's

casket.

AN OLD MAN with a brass-tipped cane. Two GIRLS, look like

sisters, holding each other up. A MAN with a thick red

beard. A LITTLE BOY, about five, clutching a FLUTE tied with

a pink ribbon...

Will, looks away. Then. At the end of the line. Something

catches his eye.

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